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could do it perfectly well himself. She sat up because she
knew about everything. She had said she was out in the
yard, in the swing, because it was warm. But it wasn't a
warm night, certainly not a particularly warm one. She had
sat up because she knew, and wanted to see her father come
in. Not worried, exactly. That was the wrong word, for he
recalled the calmness of her face that night. She would not
worry like most women, probably. But she had sat up, he
was sure, to see her father come home.

Twice in early June, when Mr. Munn rode up with Mr.
Christian, Lucille Christian was not waiting alone. Captain
Todd's son, Benton, was there with her, sitting out in the
yard in the swing. He was back from Virginia, and, he said,
glad to be home. He shook hands firmly with Mr. Munn
on both occasions, and shortly afterward said good-bye all
around and got on his horse and rode off. It once crossed
Mr. Munn's mind that the boy was keeping mighty late
hours with a young lady, and all But then it occurred to
him that Mr. Christian didn't seem to mind, and if he had
minded, he would have expressed himself in all likelihood
so you couldn't mistake him. And Lucille Christian could
probably run her own business well enough.

By the middle of June everybody knew that Benton Todd
was courting Lucille Christian, hot and heavy. That was
some time after Captain Todd had resigned from the board
of directors of the Association of Growers of Dark Fired

Toward the middle of the spring all of the tobacco held by
the Association was sold, except for a small amount of nub-
bins and snuff leaf common. The price had ranged from
ten-ninety down in a usual proportion. Some of the sales
during the winter outside the Association had brought more
than some of the final sales in the Association. Ten days
after the last Association sale, the first plant-bed raids

By that time the new plants were well up—small, pak